Poem of the DAY
Submitted by Calvin Kosik (via email)

        We are off the trailer and on to the road, hope my Ski-Doo can carry the load.
        You wake in the morning and George has that smile, you know it will be a whole lot of miles.
        I look for moose to past the time and wonder if George is out of his mind.
        We make the turn, the trail goes straight, now we're lost on one more lake.
        Where is George, where is his flag, you know how he gets when we lag.
        Your toes are blue, and your nose is pink, you better get out of that suit before you stink.
        One more bump, one more hill I hope I make it before I spill.
        Trees to the left, trees to the right, only George knows if we are going all right.
        I never thought I was quite this dumb, but I know for sure I've gone completely numb.
        Where is the trail, where is the track, only George knows if we'll ever get back.
        We stop at the crossroads and get the maps out, one look in the gas tank you know you are out.
        Your alarm came early, your supper is late, please old Ski-Doo don't you break.
        We put on the breaks, put on the gas, don't they know we want to pass.
        You see the sign and turn to the right and we get to call it one more night.